Written Not Seen "White Wedding: Really Mrs. Torres?!"
White Wedding: Really Mrs. Torres?!
Rating: K+
Summary: Arizona comforts Callie after Mrs. Torres rejects her.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. I profit from nothing.
Author’s note: Ok so Mrs. Torres isn’t in this fic but the title reflects how I’m feeling about her right now. Also, I totally abandoned almost everything I learned about grammar in this one and I don’t care:) No Beta. All mistakes are mine. This definitely isn’t my best but I’ll totally redeem myself next time I hope:/
The next one might jump to M for the honeymoon. Not sure yet. Feel free to let me know what you think. Thanks to everyone who reviewed A Father’s Love. Each one made me so happy and eager to get you this next one so soon:)
Callie was devastated after her mother left the apartment. She never believed that there were conditions to her mother’s love and just the thought of it almost broke her. She had taken great precaution to make this wedding as traditional as possible in order to make things more comfortable for her parents. She was so defeated at the thought that despite all her efforts nothing working out.
Her mother wasn’t the only one who was disappointed though. Callie also had to let go of some of her old dreams to embrace this new one. In all honesty, part of her endurance of the Catholic Church as a child and young adult was the knowledge that one day she would be able to stand up in front of the church with her priest and make vows to God and her family committing to the person she would spend the rest of her life with. Now that would never happen. She had come to terms with her non traditional wedding because the knowledge that she had her family and friends to support her. Which added to the depth of her mother’s rejection. It had cut deep and part of Callie’s internal fortitude faltered at the older woman’s coldly spoken words.
She had always been a daddy’s girl but her mother held a special place in her heart as well. She had grown up spinning in the big chairs at her mom’s law firm and had badgered her parents into getting her a mini power suit and briefcase so she could look just like her mom. Simply put, she loved and adored her mother and had always wanted to please her. It was all over now. She had lost her mother and the grief was threatening to overwhelm her. She wrapped herself in her childhood quilt and stared at her beautiful daughter on the video baby monitor. She wished more than anything that Arizona was here right now to hold her but her fiancée’s shift would not end for at least a few more hours.
*
As Arizona was scrubbing out of surgery she remembers that she felt her phone vibrate while she was repairing the small intestines of the seven year old boy. She dried her hands ,looked down at her phone, and saw the text message from Carlos. She smiled as she remembered Callie teaching her father that the quickest way to talk to her during a work shift was to text. He had been adamantly opposed the “Impersonal junk communication of this generation” but quickly acquiesced when he realized he received almost instantaneous responses from his daughter when communicating this way. Arizona opened the message expecting some small wedding details but she was chilled by the message. It read, “We are leaving in the morning before the wedding. Go to her.” Arizona took off down the hallway, grabbed her things from the Attending’s lounge, and darted out of the hospital at top speed.
*
As she walked into the apartment the sound of sobbing could be heard coming from the couch. She walked over to the horizontal figure and knelt in front of the couch wrapping her arms around the quilted body. The blonde nuzzled her fiancée’s neck and whispered “I’m so sorry baby…I’m so sorry…I am so sorry.... What happened?”
Callie tried to sit up and catch her breath as she sobbed, ”My mom. She hates me…they’re leaving… I…Can’t…Do…This. Everything is so messed up as usual. Just forget it!” Arizona embraced Callie tighter trying to calm the near hysterical woman. She rubbed Callie’s back for several minutes while dropping kisses on her face and forehead . She then pulled back and looked into the brunette’s eyes. Callie looked down and dropped her head a little. Arizona wiped a stray tendril of hair from the tan forehead and softly trailed her hand down the side of the smooth cheek stopping at Callie’s chin and using a single finger to tilt the brunette’s head up. The lost look in the wide eyes made Arizona’s heart break a little.
“You. Can. Do. This” the blonde stressed as she grabbed the Latina’s hand. “We can do this. Together.” Callie sighed deeply as she willed herself to believe her fiancée. “I. just want. to be. a family,” she sniffed trying to control her tears.
The blonde took a deep breath and began softly, “Calliope. Baby, what makes us a family has nothing to do with what our families, friends, or the State of Washington thinks.” Callie looked away tired of everyone saying that it didn’t matter because to her it did. Picking up on the brunette’s hesitation Arizona continued, “What made you, Aria, and your parents a family?” Callie’s frustration showed through as she shot the blonde a confused look and said exasperatedly, “I don’t know! We just were.”
“Exactly” the blonde replied intensely. “Nothing about my childhood had to do with the law, or my parent’s friends, or if my grandparents agreed with my dad’s military lifestyle.” Arizona smiled widely eyes glistening with unshed tears as she remembered her childhood years. “What made us a family was me dodging my mom while she tried to show me the joy of cooking. What made us a family was sitting on my dad’s lap and leaning back on his chest while he told me wars stories as I was lulled to sleep by the slight rumble in his chest as he talked. What made us a family was Tim and I getting to skip school for a week with the chickenpox and using the calamine lotion as monster masks or us believing that if we could just get to Neverland we would never have to grow up and leave each other.” Arizona finished her rant with a gasp.
Callie had stopped crying Arizona had her full attention. “These are the things that make a family Calliope. And we will have our own memories that will make us a family.” Arizona wiped the leftover tears from Callie's face with the pads of her thumbs. “So we will do this because I love you and you love me and none of the rest of it matters.” Both women smirked as they separately recalled the first time the blonde uttered those words. “
Arizona then got up and left leaving Callie puzzled until she returned with Sofia bundled in her arms. She placed the baby against the brunette’s chest. Callie held Sofia securely and nuzzled her soft fuzzy head. “Thank you so much Arizona” she whispered. “For what?” the blonde asked. Callie lifted her head up and brought her lips to within inches of Arizona’s and breathed “for building a family with me.” They kissed softly without the intensity and passion of other times but with a deeper level of love than either can remember possessing before this day.
Rating: K+
Summary: Arizona comforts Callie after Mrs. Torres rejects her.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. I profit from nothing.
Author’s note: Ok so Mrs. Torres isn’t in this fic but the title reflects how I’m feeling about her right now. Also, I totally abandoned almost everything I learned about grammar in this one and I don’t care:) No Beta. All mistakes are mine. This definitely isn’t my best but I’ll totally redeem myself next time I hope:/
The next one might jump to M for the honeymoon. Not sure yet. Feel free to let me know what you think. Thanks to everyone who reviewed A Father’s Love. Each one made me so happy and eager to get you this next one so soon:)
Callie was devastated after her mother left the apartment. She never believed that there were conditions to her mother’s love and just the thought of it almost broke her. She had taken great precaution to make this wedding as traditional as possible in order to make things more comfortable for her parents. She was so defeated at the thought that despite all her efforts nothing working out.
Her mother wasn’t the only one who was disappointed though. Callie also had to let go of some of her old dreams to embrace this new one. In all honesty, part of her endurance of the Catholic Church as a child and young adult was the knowledge that one day she would be able to stand up in front of the church with her priest and make vows to God and her family committing to the person she would spend the rest of her life with. Now that would never happen. She had come to terms with her non traditional wedding because the knowledge that she had her family and friends to support her. Which added to the depth of her mother’s rejection. It had cut deep and part of Callie’s internal fortitude faltered at the older woman’s coldly spoken words.
She had always been a daddy’s girl but her mother held a special place in her heart as well. She had grown up spinning in the big chairs at her mom’s law firm and had badgered her parents into getting her a mini power suit and briefcase so she could look just like her mom. Simply put, she loved and adored her mother and had always wanted to please her. It was all over now. She had lost her mother and the grief was threatening to overwhelm her. She wrapped herself in her childhood quilt and stared at her beautiful daughter on the video baby monitor. She wished more than anything that Arizona was here right now to hold her but her fiancée’s shift would not end for at least a few more hours.
*
As Arizona was scrubbing out of surgery she remembers that she felt her phone vibrate while she was repairing the small intestines of the seven year old boy. She dried her hands ,looked down at her phone, and saw the text message from Carlos. She smiled as she remembered Callie teaching her father that the quickest way to talk to her during a work shift was to text. He had been adamantly opposed the “Impersonal junk communication of this generation” but quickly acquiesced when he realized he received almost instantaneous responses from his daughter when communicating this way. Arizona opened the message expecting some small wedding details but she was chilled by the message. It read, “We are leaving in the morning before the wedding. Go to her.” Arizona took off down the hallway, grabbed her things from the Attending’s lounge, and darted out of the hospital at top speed.
*
As she walked into the apartment the sound of sobbing could be heard coming from the couch. She walked over to the horizontal figure and knelt in front of the couch wrapping her arms around the quilted body. The blonde nuzzled her fiancée’s neck and whispered “I’m so sorry baby…I’m so sorry…I am so sorry.... What happened?”
Callie tried to sit up and catch her breath as she sobbed, ”My mom. She hates me…they’re leaving… I…Can’t…Do…This. Everything is so messed up as usual. Just forget it!” Arizona embraced Callie tighter trying to calm the near hysterical woman. She rubbed Callie’s back for several minutes while dropping kisses on her face and forehead . She then pulled back and looked into the brunette’s eyes. Callie looked down and dropped her head a little. Arizona wiped a stray tendril of hair from the tan forehead and softly trailed her hand down the side of the smooth cheek stopping at Callie’s chin and using a single finger to tilt the brunette’s head up. The lost look in the wide eyes made Arizona’s heart break a little.
“You. Can. Do. This” the blonde stressed as she grabbed the Latina’s hand. “We can do this. Together.” Callie sighed deeply as she willed herself to believe her fiancée. “I. just want. to be. a family,” she sniffed trying to control her tears.
The blonde took a deep breath and began softly, “Calliope. Baby, what makes us a family has nothing to do with what our families, friends, or the State of Washington thinks.” Callie looked away tired of everyone saying that it didn’t matter because to her it did. Picking up on the brunette’s hesitation Arizona continued, “What made you, Aria, and your parents a family?” Callie’s frustration showed through as she shot the blonde a confused look and said exasperatedly, “I don’t know! We just were.”
“Exactly” the blonde replied intensely. “Nothing about my childhood had to do with the law, or my parent’s friends, or if my grandparents agreed with my dad’s military lifestyle.” Arizona smiled widely eyes glistening with unshed tears as she remembered her childhood years. “What made us a family was me dodging my mom while she tried to show me the joy of cooking. What made us a family was sitting on my dad’s lap and leaning back on his chest while he told me wars stories as I was lulled to sleep by the slight rumble in his chest as he talked. What made us a family was Tim and I getting to skip school for a week with the chickenpox and using the calamine lotion as monster masks or us believing that if we could just get to Neverland we would never have to grow up and leave each other.” Arizona finished her rant with a gasp.
Callie had stopped crying Arizona had her full attention. “These are the things that make a family Calliope. And we will have our own memories that will make us a family.” Arizona wiped the leftover tears from Callie's face with the pads of her thumbs. “So we will do this because I love you and you love me and none of the rest of it matters.” Both women smirked as they separately recalled the first time the blonde uttered those words. “
Arizona then got up and left leaving Callie puzzled until she returned with Sofia bundled in her arms. She placed the baby against the brunette’s chest. Callie held Sofia securely and nuzzled her soft fuzzy head. “Thank you so much Arizona” she whispered. “For what?” the blonde asked. Callie lifted her head up and brought her lips to within inches of Arizona’s and breathed “for building a family with me.” They kissed softly without the intensity and passion of other times but with a deeper level of love than either can remember possessing before this day.